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A/N: Yeah, I don't know why these are getting longer. lol And apologies if personalities are off; it's been a while since I watched Chronicles. ;P

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Day 11: Write one of the following—HandymanShipping, FTWShipping, or EgocentricShipping.
Pairing: Tracey/Daisy (anime)
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1,447 words.

.: Drawing Days :.
~ Even sketches are worth a thousand words ~

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"Seriously, Daisy? Seriously?"

"Misty, please." The eldest sister of Cerulean's Sensational Sisters rolls her eyes and continues with her task. "You make it sound like I'm a petty thief."

"No, because going through Tracey's bag—without asking him—is completely innocent," Daisy's youngest sister and the current Gym Leader of Cerulean Gym deadpans with a cross of her arms. The suspicion on Misty's face is glaringly obvious. "Enough already! What if Tracey catches you?"

"Don't worry, baby sister! I planned for this ahead of time." Daisy smiles. She waves a dismissive hand and ignores the shock morphing on Misty's face. "Tracey's on a little shopping errand for me; he won't be back for another hour."

Misty remains mortified; her Azurill bouncing on its tail ball without worry. "That isn't the point!"

"If you get huffy all the time, Misty, your face will develop wrinkles faster than an aging Gyarados. You wouldn't want to look like that, right?"

Clearly Daisy's words have an effect when the redhead stares with wide, green eyes before taking on a Gyarados's fierce temper. It makes the blonde wonder if Misty is upset about being called wrinkly or youthful (because, seriously, that what's Daisy meant—she was giving a skincare tip). Stamping her foot—scaring poor Azurill in the background—Misty yells. "This has nothing to do with my face!"

"Why are you mad? I'm just saying stress adds years to your age," Daisy replies. For such a simple-looking travel pack, Tracey's bag is a bottomless pit! She hears Misty grumble, but the blonde isn't really paying attention anymore. Nothing she touches inside the bag is the one thing Daisy was looking for.

With another huff, Misty announces. "Well, whatever. If Tracey comes back early, don't blame me for what happens. Come on, Azurill; it's time to feed the other Pokémon." Little Azurill chirps and Daisy can (faintly) hear the door to the Gym area opening; Misty mumbling under her breath. "I don't even know why she's going through Tracey's bag in the first place…"

Now that is something Daisy minds; however, the older sibling knows Misty wouldn't understand her 'problem' with since they met, Daisy takes a liking to the Pokémon Watcher from the Orange Archipelago. He's handy to have around and far easier to convince when it comes to picking up her dry cleaning. Tracey was like…an obedient Growlithe and that says a lot. Not to say that Daisy only ever thought of Tracey as an errand boy, but it was just so hard not to ask him for favors.

"Here it is!" Daisy stands up from crouching on the ground and holds up a thick sketchbook. Tracey's pride and joy apparently. By far, the Pokémon Watcher can totally capture Pokémon (in a different way) and bring them to life on paper!

Oh, but that wasn't the real problem. It was more like Tracey doesn't share his art anymore whenever he comes by to visit. At first, Daisy thinks he's embarrassed to show off half-finished drawings, but the blonde realizes that he only ever seems to deny her a peek of his there something in there Tracey thought Daisy wouldn't understand? How utterly uptight of him!

Flipping through the pages, Daisy sets the sketchbook on the table in the break room. Her eyes skim every page critically and each time, she admires the subtle details in every drawing. A drawing of a Pikachu (most likely that darling Pikachu belonging to Misty's friend) with large, round eyes; Misty's Horsea dancing in the water; even Caserin and Luverin during their first performance together! Daisy can't help the smile that forms on her face; Tracey's sketchbook is like a photo album. To have that kind of talent to etch memories forever… Hmm, Daisy might actually be jealous of Tracey's talent.

"I've seen them all before, so what gives?" Sighing, the blond places her hands on her hips. Honestly, none picture looks out of the ordinary! "Tracey, you are so weird—hmm?"

Blinking, her eyes travel to a pocket notebook in a hidden side pouch of Tracey's backpack. Actually, when she thought about it, whenever she catches Tracey sketching something, he was hiding a smaller notebook; not the sketchbook… Daisy's curiosity hits an all-new high as she makes a beeline for the backpack, pulls out the notebook, and begins flipping through each page; her genuine surprise increasing every time.

"Hey, Daisy, the seamstress at the tailor shop says your costume actually isn't done until next week—what are you doing!?" Broken out of her daze, the blonde looks over her shoulder and finds Tracey gaping at her. The bags he holds in each hand slipping out of his grasp to the floor (and that was fine; Daisy only asked him to buy new filters for the aquarium).

They stare at each other for a long time before Daisy looks up at the ceiling when his words finally click. "Oh yeah, you're right; it was next Wednesday when the costume would be ready. Oops. Looks like Misty was right; you did come back early."

"D-Daisy." Tracey takes one, stiff step forward. He's beginning to turn blue. "What are you doing?"

"Well, obviously, I'm looking at your sketches." Her eyes look down at the notebook without fault. Daisy flips one more page before showing Tracey one of his latest (at least, she thinks it's the most recent) sketches. "Tracey, why are there so many drawings of me in this notebook?"

"That's…!" Wow, is this is the first time Tracey's stammered so much in her presence? Awkward. He mumbles for a few seconds before he swipes back the notebook; much to Daisy's displeasure. "You really shouldn't be looking through other people's things without permission!"

"You sound just like Misty." Daisy sighs with a pout. Yes, Tracey has a point, but he was supposed to be the chill one. She counters. "If you're going to be like that, then you shouldn't be drawing other people without their permission."

"That's…true, but…"

"Do you like drawing me a lot? Is that why you don't show me your sketches anymore?" Daisy leans down; suddenly getting into Tracey's face. She has to admit, seeing him sweat was kind of funny; especially when he avoids eye contact and takes a step back. Daisy can pretend to be mad at him all she wants, but Tracey was the kind of guy who always puts a smile on her face. Soon, her laughter is hard to contain and she lightly bumps Tracey's shoulder with her palm. "I'm just joking! I'm totally cool with it."

The only thing Tracey can do is look as listless as a Magikarp. "…Really?"

"Yeah!" Daisy flips her long, blonde hair over her shoulders, smiling. "I mean, if I knew you drew people too, I would've asked you to sketch me a long time ago!"

Tracey struggles with his expressions as he scratches the side of his face. Eventually, he settles on a puzzled one. "Well…if you're okay with it, could I sketch you at your next water ballet performance?"

"Of course! You'll get front row seats just so you can draw my good side!" Daisy winks. She notes the slight look of relief on Tracey's face before he gives her an honest smile. It causes Daisy to giggle as she makes her way out of the break room, picking up the plastic bag Tracey dropped to the floor moments earlier. "Anyways, I better give the aquarium filters to Misty since she's already in the pool."

The Pokémon Watcher blinks. "If it's about installing them, then I can—"

"Don't worry about it. Besides, Misty needs to learn how to do it on her own, right?" Daisy brushes off, opening the door. "Anyways, thanks for today, Tracey! You're the best!" She doesn't even bother to hear his response, though she already doubts she will get one; Tracey still looked completely mystified. However, that doesn't mean Daisy wasn't baffled.

Pressing her back against the closed door, the blonde looks down at her feet and bites her bottom lip. She can faintly feel her face getting warmer, but that's only because she remembers all those sketches of her portrait in Tracey's notebook. They were all so detailed and life-like and…Tracey makes sure nothing looks out of place—it was as if he was trying to establish the perfect portrait of her. No guy has ever paid so much attention to Daisy like that before. Could Tracey be…?

Daisy lets a sincere smile touch her face as she begins walking to the Gym area; hands holding the bag behind her back. "Well, he is kind of cute in a dorky way."